There Is No Solution, For There Is

My Art Would Be That Of Living: Each Moment, Each Breath Is A Work Inscribed Nowhere.

Possible Reality [is Obtained] By Slightly Bending Physical And Chemical Laws.

Chess Players Are Madmen Of A Certain Quality, The Way The Artist Is Supposed To Be, And Isn't, In General.

The Chess Pieces Are The Block Alphabet Which Shapes Thoughts; And These Thoughts, Although Making A Visual Design On The Chessboard, Express Their Beauty Abstractly, Like A Poem

The Artist Performs Only One Part Of The Creative Process. The Onlooker Completes It, And It Is The Onlooker Who Has The Last Word.